Lundestad.
Mr. Heire says Monsen of Stonelee
Monsen.
[Enters from the back.] A dozen of champagne!
Aslaksen and others.
Monsen!
Monsen.
Yes, Monsen! Champagne-Monsen! Money-Monsen! Let's have the wine, confound it all!
Heire.
But, my dear sir
Stensgård.
Why, where have you dropped from?
Monsen.
I've been doing a stroke of business, sir! Cleared a hundred thousand! Hei! To-morrow I'll give a thundering dinner at Stonelee. I invite you all. Champagne, I say! I congratulate you, Stensgård! I hear you're elected.
Stensgård.
Yes; I must explain to you
Monsen.
Pooh; what does it matter to me? Wine, I say! Where is Madam Rundholmen?
[Makes a motion to go out to the left.
The Maid-servant.
[Who has just entered, intercepts him.] No one can see the mistress just now; she's got a letter
